Sometimes you just can't reason with Christy

I am a type A personality. I am impatient. I like things to be done my way. I like things to go according to my plan. This is probably very selfish, or it is just very type A. Whichever the case may be, it is who I am. I am the type of person you either love or hate. 

I rush around in a panicked frenzy getting stressed out over small details, only to change everything around at the last minute, for no reason what-so-ever. Let me give you a little example of what I am talking about.

First date jitters. Everyone has them, right? Ok, well maybe just people like me. "Date 1" was going to take place spur of he moment on a Thursday evening. I wouldn't have really even considered that a date; it would have been more like a casual meeting. This did not happen. Due to it coming up at the last minute, I didn't end up with a sitter. So, then a "date" was actually scheduled for 3 days later. The thought of this itself made me want to crawl out of my skin with anxiety issues. I had 3 days to plan, so one would think I would totally be okay with this. No, not anyone who knows me. Anyone who knows me, would know that this leaves idle time for me to analyze, re-analyze and over analyze every little detail about this date. Irrational fear and stress over everything about this date, from what to wear to if I was going to have to walk into the place we were meeting, alone. (I don't walk through doors first, but that is a whole other blog.)

So the day of the date arrives. He is a nice guy, who has been a complete gentleman, so there is NOTHING to worry about, yet I am stressed out. Why? Because he picked the time, date, and location. Is this a big deal? One would not think so, because I would have picked nothing different. So, why IS it the source of all things stress related? Because it was not MY plan.

I think I changed clothes 20 times. Honestly. Looking around my room, it looked like my closet vomitted all over the bedroom floor, and I was no closer to finding something that I wanted to walk out of the house in. So, what do I do? I pick up the phone, and send a text. I have nothing to wear, I can't come. Now, as much as I had talked to him, we had never discussed how irrational and unreasonable I can be. So, he thought I was really not coming. What I really meant is: 1- I may be late. 2- I am stressed that I am not going to look cute. 3- I want to pout about this, thus leading back to number 1. Alas, I found something. For such a large stress in the day, I couldn't even tell you what I wore, real substantial issue, right?
So, I get in the car. I think I may have sent him a text telling him I could not meet him IN the restaurant. I get a reply telling me he is sitting at the outside bar, next door to the restaurant. Great, I get stress, he gets a beer. How is this fair? So, I get there, park. Get out of the car. My hands are numb. My voice is shaky. Stressed is written all over my face. As I approach the gate to the patio bar, the anxiety makes my legs feel like they are going to give out from under me. I have to walk through the gate, alone. Which means walking in FIRST and LAST which is just completely unacceptable for me. However, I made it in, began Date #1. Somebody give this girl a beer! 
Dinner, drinks, and future dates- Check! So, moral of the story, I stress. It's just my personality. I will stress, over big things, little things, and all things in between. I think better under stress, or so is my defense. All stress aside, I have had more dates with said, gentleman in the past 2 weeks that I had in my entire last "relationship." Just sayin...